A Statistical Conjecture - an art work & poem by T Newfields
Bill: Ah, flimsy conjectures! So much human activity is based upon frail premises.
Gus: Yes, we live in a house of cards: a wobbly construction of myths, half-truths, and lies.
Nadya: Hasn't it always been so?
Liao: (nodding) Perhaps. As our intelligence grows, so does our capacity for illusion.